Gossip columnist Liz Smith made her way through the dining room of the Monkey Bar on Monday afternoon, where Harvey Weinstein, Diane von Furstenberg and George Stevens, Jr. were hosting a promotional lunch on behalf of The Artist—the black-and-white silent movie that Mr. Weinstein is gently, persuasively shepherding toward an Academy Award for Best Picture—and surveyed the scene, perched side-saddle in a red leather booth. Ms. Smith, who is supposedly in her eighties, looked a few decades younger in a black leather jacket with white stitching from Carlisle.
Conservative British PM David Cameron is a fan of the Smiths, or so he claims, having included them on a list of the “quite gloomy music” that populates his iPod.
But admiration isn’t always a two-way street. Recently, Smiths guitarist Johnny Marr responded to the claim by tweeting, “David Cameron, stop Read More
The debate is two days old, and the circus tent has been cleared away.
Still, the political world is buzzing about a forum that saw one candidate keep his cool, another turn into a minor celebrity, and a third get up in the middle to go use the restroom.
In their own words, here is Read More